this morning as i watched
the blurry moon
sinking into the open arms
of the hills,

i knew it was headed your way,
breathless and alone
drifting
across the long sky

like a soft blur of words
lifted from my own breathing

i remembered pieces of an earlier life--
a life when i put two sledge hammers
in the shed; and failed to throw away
two defunct weed whackers

a life where i could hide
in the tall summer grass
without the fear of ticks

my window is a lantern
dreaming of sleep
as the bright morning
skims the rim of cliffs;

i swim through the shadows
sighing in the mist